"We don't want Dr. Alban," said Selma curtly. "Go home, Jane, and let us alone."
"I shall go bring Dr. Alban," said Jane.
Selma took her by the arm and compelled her into the hall, and closed the door into the room where Victor lay. "You must go home, Jane," she said quietly. "We know what to do with our leader. And we could not allow Dr. Alban here."
"Victor must have the best," said Jane.
She and Selma looked at each other, and Selma understood.
"He HAS the best," said she, gentle with an effort.
"Dr. Alban is the best," said Jane.
"The most fashionable," said Selma. "Not the best." With restraint, "Go home. Let us alone. This is no place for you—for Martin Hastings' daughter."
Jane, looking and acting like one in a trance, tried to push past her and reenter the room. Selma stood firm. She said: "If you do not go I shall have these men take you to your carriage. You do not know what you are doing."
Jane looked at her. "I love him," she said.